you're so spoiled!
warnings: maybe like one curse word, super duper cute holli, implied friendship (i think.. i hope).
word count: 884
“You’re so dramatic,” you giggled, sipping your iced matcha with extra sweet strawberry foam as you tugged Hollis by the sleeve down the promenade. The sun was hitting just right, glinting off your sunglasses, catching the shimmer of your lip gloss, the hem of your tiny little skirt fluttering with each step.
“I’m exhausted,” Hollis grumbled, trailing behind you like a reluctant puppy with too many shopping bags in hand and not enough patience for another store with loud house music.
“You’re literally just standing there,” you said, glancing back with a cheesy grin. “I’m the one making all the difficult choices.”
He gave you a dry look. “You’ve been choosing the same two tops in five different colors for an hour.”
“Consistency is a skill,” you replied, sipping dramatically from your straw. “And for the record, I’m not shopping alone. You agreed to come.”
“I said I’d go with you,” he muttered. “I didn’t know that meant carrying all your bags and maxing out my card while you bully me into rating your outfits.”
“And yet…” you teased, holding up your hand with an exaggerated flourish, “here you are. Still holding all the bags. Still following me into every store. andd still paying.”
He rolled his eyes. But he didn’t deny it
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Fifteen minutes later, Hollis was back in his now claimed spot, sitting on a plush bench in the middle of some high-end store with minimalist lighting, pale walls, and mirror-covered walls.
He sat with his legs spread, one of your shopping bags on the floor by his foot, the others clutched in his lap.
Still, his eyes flicked up every time the curtain to your dressing room so much as moved.
You peeked out. “Okay,” you said slowly, like you were about to reveal something you did to your strict parents. “Don’t freak out.”
“I’m not gonna freak out,” he said, unimpressed. “Just show m—”
You stepped out.
Black vintage mini dress. Just tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination.
You adjusted the straps with both hands, then looked at him. “Too much?”
His stare swept down your body and back up again, painfully slow. He stuck his tongue out, wetting his bottom lip, he blinked once. “You’re deadass?”
You shifted your weight onto one leg, letting the hem of the dress move just slightly. “Wait stop.. is it ugly?”
"N-no absolutely not," he stammered, sitting back again like he needed the space. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for the first time today, the look on his face wasn’t casual.
You tilted your head, fingers brushing down the side of the dress. “So you like it.”
He leaned back in the chair, elbows resting on his knees. “Yeah. That’s the problem.”
You turned back to the mirror to hide your smirk.
At checkout, you reached for your card, but Hollis was faster.
“Holli,” you said, half-laughing, half-annoyed. “You’ve already paid for everything else today. Let me get this one.”
“Nope,” he said, sliding his card across the counter without breaking eye contact with the cashier.
You narrowed your eyes at him. “You don’t even like shopping. Why are you-”
“Because you looked reallyyy good in it,” he said under his breath. “So duh. I’m buying it.”
That shut you up.
You walked out of the store with the bag in hand, taking a sip from your drink. Hollis walked beside you, expression unreadable, the afternoon sun casting gold across the side of his face.
“You know,” you said casually, “I’m wearing this out. Like immediately.”
He glanced at you. “Good.”
You sipped from your matcha again, trying not to let your smile give you away.
As you turned the corner, your steps slowed, just a little. You didn’t mean to stop. But the display in the window caught your eye instantly. A pair of kitten heels, opened toe, pale pink patent leather with a satin bow at the ankle. They were girly, delicate, and obnoxiously cute.
You pressed your face slightly closer to the glass. “Oh my god,” you breathed. “Stop. Those are so cute.”
Hollis barely looked up from his phone. “Then get them.”
You exhaled. “I shouldn’t. I already made you buy me like everything.”
“You didn’t make me do anything,” he cut in, looking over at you now. “And if you want the shoes, get the shoes.”
You gave him a look. “That’s not how budgets work.”
He stepped beside you, peering through the glass at the heels. “Are you gonna think about them for the rest of the week?”
“…Probably.”
“Then you should definitely get them,” he said, already pushing open the store door. “Because I’m not dragging you back here in three days to hear you cry about how they’re sold out in your size.”
You stare at him for a while. “Hollis.”
“Go,” he said, nudging your hip with his. “Before I change my mind and make you pay.”
You giggled, stepping inside. “You love spoiling me, admit it.”
“Shut up and pick your size.”
And just like that, the sun caught the glint of the shopping bags in his hands, your new dress swishing as you twirled in front of a mirror one last time, drink still in hand, and Hollis, trailing behind you as usual.
korie talks: hi my diva babies! im so sorry for being MIA. ive had like ZERO motivation and ZERO ideas but i felt super duper bad so i kinda pulled something out my ass. i really hope you guys like it :(
xoxo,
korie
